Page 49 of Merciless Oath

“Youdiddrink an entire bottle of wine,” I whisper, pretending I didn’t hear her dirty little question. “I just want to make sure you’re making level-headed decisions.”

“Oh, Enzo.” She laughs, straddling me and whipping off her sweater. “Shut the fuck up, will you?”

“Roger that,” I moan as she grinds her hips against me. “Roger fucking that.”

I move to flip her over so I can worship her like she deserves, but she stops me. A devious little smile ghosts her lips, and she leans in close.

“Tonight is all about you,” she whispers, grinding on my cock again for good measure.

I start to protest, but Valentina is surprisingly strong. She pushes me back down and slowly slides her body lower, whipping my throbbing cock out of my sweatpants.

My eyes widen as she licks her lips, eyeing it with nothing but pure lust.Okay, maybe just for tonight, it can be all about me.

She keeps her fingers loosely wrapped around it as she kisses my abdomen, tickles my inner thighs, and generally drives me insane. By the time her lips have circled back to my belly button, I’m a tortured man begging for sweet release.

“Please, baby,” I plead. “I’m dying to feel you.”

“Mmhmm.” She smirks, stroking one finger up and down my cock gently. “Now you see how it feels? Being tortured like that?”

“Oh, it’s payback, is it?” I laugh, letting out a strangled breath.

“Yes.” She winks, smiling slyly. “But I’m much kinder than you.”

And with that, she wraps her lips around me, finally giving me the warmth and wetness I was craving so badly. I force myself to think of baseball and toboggans so that I don’t instantly explode in her mouth like a sex-crazed teenager.

She catches on to my pathetic plan and ramps up her game, moaning while pulling me in deeper and deeper. The vibrations of her throat set me ablaze, and I thrust my hips involuntarily, causing her to choke.

For a second, I panic, but then she moans a deep, sensual, feral sound and takes me all the way down. I close my eyes, the sensations so strong and potent.

My fingers wind into her hair, controlling her lightly, and she moans again, letting me know she’s enjoying it as much as I am.

“Lenny, Lenny,” I gasp, sensing the feeling building too quickly. “I’m almost there, let me…”

She grips my hips firmly, telling me that I’m not going anywhere, and meets my eyes. Her deep blue eyes sparkle with lust and desire and all things unsaid between us.

I let go, pumping into her mouth and emptying myself down her throat, and she takes it all.

“Like a good girl,” I moan as her lips finally let me go. Everything feels warm and fuzzy, the emotions so heady that I can’t tell the difference between what I’m saying and what I’m thinking.

“I’m not a good girl.” She smirks, working her way up to straddle me again. “I’m a very, very bad girl.”

My cock twitches, and I wonder how that’s even scientifically possible. I’ve never seen Valentina like this, and it’s doing something to me.

“If that’s how we’re gonna play this,” I growl, “get on top and start riding, bad girl.”

She laughs, a deep blush creeping into her cheeks, but does what I tell her to. I can tell she’s a little uncomfortable with the dirty talk, and honestly, so am I, but that’s not going to stop me.

Feeling that I’m only semi-hard, she pauses, glancing at me for guidance. I lean back, arms crossed behind my head, and decide I’m going to savor every single second of this.

“Touch yourself for me,” I command, and her blush gets deeper. “I want to hear how wet the thought of me makes you.”

She bites her lip and the blush spreads to her chest, but in true Lenny fashion, she throws her shoulders back and slides her hand down her body. When her fingers connect with that sensitive spot, she moans and starts letting go of her hangups.

What a sight.

I was a fool to let her go once, and that’s not a mistake I’m willing to make again.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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